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It's 6.00am and even Big Ben Is trying to get his head down for a kip But no sooner is it down And then it's on with dressing gown For this city very rarely loses grip But I have a friend who's never up by 10.00 He's fast asleep with mouth open wide He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends And he says to me, he cannot tell the time It's 7.00am and we're coughing up the phlegm Spitting out the taste of night before And we'll vomit and we'll choke Just to climb their tatty rope Well this city has its charm, and its claw And he'll blame his clock Or he'll say he's lost his socks And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake His excuses are an art >From the bottom of his heart And he thinks of them whenenver he awakes It's 8.00am we're on the road again Racing for a placing at the top And it says green for go For the people in the know But for the others all it says is red for stop It's cold and its damp And they've dug him a grave And the 10.15 merchants still in bed And scrawled upon the headboard For the whole wide world to see "Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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